Luyện nghe bài hát Queen Of Love

A strong power calls the left hand
the waters deep
A strong calls from the left hand
Let all things or weep

Oh, the queen of
You unwove my eyes
And my heart will not

The eye would sleep but the mind rise
I needs walk down God's eyebrows
And the streets of his eyes
Look for me and you see me in my red cloak
Swimming as God's blood flies

Creatures of grief, you beg from the
I will not home your sacks of sorrow
But I will pay the fiddler good silver if he
Pray God he see

The fine, girls that are into it
And my eyes with water swim
And we disputing with a brittle gaiety upon the rim
If I sought to love you my body
It would be with a bent unto the day of doom

Oh, the of love
I am in her
She is in my

And alone we clasp hands
And in each other's eyes walk the endless
And below I my duty to perform in the song
And that, I was, you will see it no more

The snow is on the hills of my
And to is to die
The men at arms do seek to me
And the raise hue and cry

me in vain on Golgotha
Or in fear's
For the way I take
Only the may follow

The ancestors in stone calling for loyalty untrue
Seek to make a zigzag of the arrow's
It is so in the bands of form
But I am girdled with the storm and cloaked the night

I am not to be seen or
Save only in what I
Standing outside on the outside
Perfectingness or

How shall I say where I end or you begin?
How shall I say, what shall I
it be you or the wild wind

As Pan the insane eyes
Or with the wild
Or when I am with the paper crown
Or with the crown of

A strong power compels from the right hand
Fleece to the gray wolves, fangs to the sheep
But the queen of she strokes
My body alive, I do not sleep

The doctor brews potions and
To open his own door
And the locksmith makes strong
To bar his to every new breeze that blows

Shall I now put lion's ears upon my
every sound as a roar?
Shall I now put mouse's eyes upon my
Gauge the moon for against my paw?

While the queen of
She to me
above and beyond the world

And I my mind
It is playing boy
While at her I am curled

And I remember all female movements so
Of such a form to give much joy and ease much
To perfume and let fall the colored
And to let the curling hair

But now I play thrower
And I will play man
I will dream weaver and day bringer
And as catch can

While the queen of
She like a silver dove in my mind's room
And my body sleepwalks the road
In a warm dark